| Once, a longtime ago, |
| a couple was in love; |
| Nothing had seemed grander, |
| even the stars above; |
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| Think of how you told me, |
| that you really did care; |
| How you claimed to love me, |
| and now give me despair; |
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| All those times we said love, |
| I thought you meant it too; |
| Nothing hurt me more than, |
| to know it wasn't for you; |
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| That is what you told me, |
| when you whispered good by; |
| Love is worthless to you, |
| as long as you get high; |
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| I still dream of a change, |
| that I know will not be; |
| As long as it lingers, |
| I will never be free; |
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| Free from all the sorrow, |
| and free from all this pain; |
| Accept that you are gone, |
| then I'll live life again; |
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| I rejoice you are gone, |
| and almost believe it; |
| Do what makes you happy, |
| forget you ever commit; |